She invited me inside and sat on sofa, I could sense there was no one. She offered me Baadam Milk, I drunk that, She sat beside me and we were speakin... general topic, and our hands were engaged in the act, I was rubbing her hands and got close to her, Kissed her head, she smiled.After few mins I kissed her cheeks, I hold her face and gave a firm lip-lock, Intimacy was building up in between us and was taking her upper lips and she was taking my lower lips, I locked the door and Lifted her in my. " I thought he loved me," she whispered."He thought you loved him." I do love him, but... who are you?" My name's Vincent Costello. Call me Vinnie." Vinnie, I'm thirty-three. My husband's sixty-three. There's a great deal of difference in our ages and our libidos." You knew that eleven years ago when you married him. Nothing's changed." Yes, it has. My libido has grown and his has shrunk." That's no excuse for adultery. Your husband loves you and treats you like a queen." I've had one affair.. Now go get that plug slut."After Mistress removed her fingers from my hole, i began to push my arms upward, in order to get myself in somewhat of an upright crawling position. CRACK! Mistress had given my balls a tap with the crop. My balls began to swell instantly. My head fell between my arms."Do it now bitch. No time to waste." yes Mistress." i said as i hurriedly crawled toward the plugs. Crawling while your balls ache is a difficult task.i began evaluating the plugs as soon as they came. We are no closer to writing our own novel than when we began. To be honest about it, all we are doing is what the authors do. We are stopping short of the naughty parts we wish we were doing."Silence. Was this another joke? No one said a word. They all knew the truth. They all knew that being single sucked without having sex. Their battery operated gadgets hidden in their bedrooms helped, but it wasn't the real thing. It wasn't what they truly craved.The deafening silence continued as the women.